“There lives at least one being who can never change–one being who would be content to devote his whole existence to your happiness–who lives but in your eyes–who breathes but in your smiles–who bears the heavy burden of life itself only for you.” ~ The Pickwick Papers
The Pickwick Papers Quotes
The Pickwick Papers, also known as The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, was the first novel by Charles Dickens. We hope you enjoy this collection of 57 quotes from The Pickwick Papers.
Huge knots of sea-weed hung
Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung mournfully round the dark and ruined battlements. Behind it rose the ancient castle, its towers roofless, and its massive walls crumbling away, but telling us proudly of its own might and strength, as when, seven hundred years ago, it rang with the clash of arms, or resounded with the noise of feasting and revelry. ~ The Pickwick Papers
The cold hoarfrost glistened on
The cold hoarfrost glistened on the tombstones, and sparkled like rows of gems, among the stone carvings of the old church. The snow lay hard and crisp upon the ground; and spread over the thickly-strewn mounds of earth, so white and smooth a cover, that it seemed as if corpses lay there, hidden only by their winding sheets. ~ The Pickwick Papers
Poetry’s unnat’ral no man ever
“Poetry’s unnat’ral; no man ever talked poetry ‘cept a beadle on boxin’ day, or Warren’s blackin’ or Rowland’s oil, or some o’ them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy.” ~ The Pickwick Papers
I Don’t Remember Forms
“I don’t remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I know she was; for in the bright moonlight nights, when I start from my sleep, and all is quiet about me, I see, standing still and motionless in one corner of this cell, a slight and wasted figure with long black hair, which streaming down her back, stirs with no earthly wind, and eyes that fix their gaze on me, and never wink or close.” ~ The Pickwick Papers
Drink with me, my dear
"Drink with me, my dear," said Mr. Weller. "Put your lips to this here tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy." ~ The Pickwick Papers
Of all the ruinous and
Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most so. It looked as if it had once been a large house of entertainment; but the roof had fallen in, in many places, and the stairs were steep, rugged, and broken. There was a huge fire-place in the room into which they walked, and the chimney was blackened with smoke; but no warm blaze lighted it up now. The white feathery dust of burnt wood was still strewed over the hearth, but the stove was cold, and all was dark and gloomy. ~ The Pickwick Papers
They whirled past the dark
They whirled past the dark trees, as feathers would be swept before a hurricane. Houses, gates, churches, hay-stacks, objects of every kind they shot by, with a velocity and noise like roaring waters suddenly let loose. Still the noise of pursuit grew louder, and still my uncle could hear the young lady wildly screaming, “Faster! Faster!” ~ The Pickwick Papers
“Then what can you want
“Then what can you want to do now?” said the old lady,gaining courage. “I wants to make your flesh creep,” replied the boy. ~ The Pickwick Papers
Man is but mortal and
Man is but mortal: and there is a point beyond which human courage cannot extend. Mr. Pickwick gazed through his spectacles for an instant on the advancing mass, and then fairly turned his back and–we will not say fled; firstly, because it is an ignoble term, and, secondly, because Mr. Pickwick’s figure was by no means adapted for that mode of retreat–he trotted away, at as quick a rate as his legs would convey him. ~ The Pickwick Papers
